Part of being in the "new generation of creative people," Ally Hilfiger told us back in January, is being "multitalented" and mastering a variety of methods of artistic expression. But as much as she loves fashion, acting, art, and combining the three in hard-to-explain multimedia exhibitions, she may have a higher calling. "If I couldn’t do the acting, the painting, and the fashion design," she told us at the spring 2008 Men's Fashion Party at Blue and Cream last night, "I would really like to become a healer." Really? Like, what, a doctor? No. "An energy healer and a holistic healer," Ally clarified, explaining that despite her interest in fashion, she's just as interested in what's on the inside as what's on the outside. In fact, she follows Peter D’Adamo's Eat Right 4 Your Type diet, which tells her which foods are okay for her to eat and which are "toxic for my specific makeup." She added, knowledgeably, "It helps your immune system, and it just keeps you really healthy for your geno-type." As for the healing, right now it's just a hobby, something to do in between art projects. "I already do healings on people sometimes," she said. "But I’d really like to get a degree and really have a profession of healing people." —Stephen HaskellRelated: Ally Hilfiger on the 'New Generation of Creative People'

Because it took us 45 minutes to get to Lincoln Center in rush-hour traffic, we might have been a little late for Tommy Hilfiger. And because we might have been a little late for Tommy Hilfiger, we might have missed the chance to sit in our actual assigned seats. This may be how we ended up loitering in a glass-enclosed balcony, fighting for a spot past the folks in standing room who'd gotten there at a reasonable hour. And that's how we found ourselves at our lowest Fashion Week point, both emotionally and physically: kneeling on the carpet, peering through people's legs down at the front row below.

We can't believe that we made it this far into the day without discovering this breathtaking new development: The Observer ran an article about socialites! And how some of them are not like the others. It's completely out of character for the paper. The Observer's prep-master general, David Foxley, today dissects the phenomenon of the "fauxcialite," the society girls who can't be bothered to get all dressed up every time a tot needs a new toy. Surprisingly (and we mean that honestly, not in the obnoxious, overly sarcastic way we wrote the lead-in to this item), it's not filled with the classic Observer tone, where a reporter pretends to take a subject seriously, and then lets himself hoist himself with his own petard. ("The doorman eyed Mr. Cheban's Louis Vuitton shoes appreciatively. 'Some day I'll get there,' the man sighed longingly. 'I'm not quite there yet, but some day.' 'Don't worry — it took me awhile to get them, too!' Mr. Cheban said. 'Actually, it totally didn't,' he confessed minutes later. 'I just didn't want to make him feel bad.'") But the story does include lots and lots of moments of genius from our favorite socialite ever, Tinsley Mortimer Ally Hilfiger! Gosh bless her.

• “I think it’s pretty narcissistic of these socialite girls to worry so much about how they’re going to look when their intentions should just be about giving back,” Ms. Hilfiger said of her more high-maintenance sistren, sliding her naked heels forward on an ebony neoclassical coffee table. “I can’t imagine having a blow dryer or a curling iron in my hair more than, like, twice a month!”

Listen, we think she seems great and all, but how on earth has Sophia Bush managed to get invited to shows all over town this season? Either she has frighteningly effective people working for her or she's cashing in on one of the several hundred karmic IOUs she earned during those months she had to spend married to the king of the asshats, Chad Michael Murray.

Even though we're only two days in, it just seems wrong somehow that we've seen more of socialites and Sophia Bush than we have of Anna Wintour. Sure, we know that soon enough the Bob will be sitting in stony silence about six rows ahead of us, but it's hard not to get impatient for that first glimpse of the coif that Suri Cruise is currently getting unfair credit for inventing.

When last we checked in with Ally Hilfiger, daughter of Tommy and appealing teenage star of 2003's Simple Life precursor Rich Girls, she was living a bohemian life between her Manhattan apartment and Berlin and working on a series of paintings featuring the number 8. "It's a lucky number for me," she explained. Tomorrow night, the fruits of her creative period will be on display at the Chelsea Art Museum, as part of a multimedia installation she collaborated on with her friend and painting partner Izzie Gold, otherwise known as Francesco Chivetta, a 26-year-old D.J. and multimedia artist who describes his work as "Warhol-esque Lichtenstein with a slight case of Basquiat."
The other day we spoke to them about the show over the phone. Ally was sick. "I sound like a dead cow," she said. "My throat is going to fall out of my ass."

Tommy Hilfiger's daughter Ally isn't just a Rich Girl. Honest! "It’s a label I've been trying to run away from my entire life. It isn't who I am!" the former star of MTV's Rich Girls told Page Six Magazine this weekend, in an excruciating cover story that exists for reasons totally unclear, since 22-year-old Ally isn't really up to much of anything these days, and in fact may never do anything again. "You know what's cool? I don't have to work, because I saved a lot of money from summer jobs and from the MTV show," she tells the magazine. Mm-hmm. She did work once though, on a show for Plum TV. "I might have gotten paid for it," she says. "I don't remember. My memory's very poor. I'm so brain-dead. This is why people shouldn't smoke pot." Ha! But if Ally's not just a Rich Girl, then who is she?
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